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Tuesday, September 15, 2015

It is often said that time heals all wounds. The words are spoken like a promise... A vow. These words are said to people who have been beaten down to their lowest state. To the poor souls who have nothing left to lose. Whispered into the ear of a grieving daughter, told with a shrug to a man who has nothing left to live for.

These are dangerous people.

The down-trodden. The grieving. The ones who love more people dead than alive.

The words should never be uttered. Not to the ones who have no solid ground on which to stand upon, no rail in which to clasp. The white-knuckled moments of life have come to be expected rather than feared.

"Time heals all wounds."

The words are an insult. A slap in the face... and around here, they'll get you hurt. For Averi McClain and her husband Colt, there were few deeper insults.

In the wake of Black Horse's death, a war has erupted. The Seventy Devils are scattered and on alert, gnawing at the bit for the go-ahead to strike. They would not hesitate to spill the blood of anyone who stood in their way of recompense. They knew they would need to act fast if they wanted to come out on top. Colt was not the kind of guy that you slept on. He'd stop at nothing to protect his family and he was lethal whether he was heavily armed or going toe to toe, bare knuckled beat-down style. Colt did have Black Horse's blood coursing through his veins, after all. But then, so did Jimmy, and he is ready to show everyone that the apple didn't fall far from the tree... in fact, they appear to have formed on the same poisoned branch.

As leader of the Devils, Jimmy had seventy miscreants to do his bidding - and three goals in which he needed to achieve:

1.Avenge Black Horse

2.Kill Colt McClain and Randy Ford

3.Take Averi for his own

Jimmy has another thing coming if he thinks victory is easily won. Will Colt and Averi's broken road end in tragedy? Or will they be the ones to banish the devils straight to hell? When the demons of the past rise up, can Colt and Randy face them fearless and determined? Whatever happens, don't expect Colt and Randy to stand alone. Buckle up. The broken road makes for one hell of a ride.

COMING SOON !

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Addison Kline is an award winning, best selling novelist who writes mystery,psychological thrillers and romantic suspense novels. She lives inPennsylvania with her husband, their sons and two rambunctious dogs.Addison has had a love affair with the written word since before sheentered school. Her grandmother taught her the glory of taking anadventure in the pages of a book. When Addison isn’t writing, you canfind her reading, going for an adventure with her sons, or travelingwith her family.

My name is Marcus Hunter. I own Hunter Investments, a billion
dollar hedge fund.

I admit it, I’m a total womanizer. A player, a serial-seducer, call me what you
like.

I enjoy a variety of women and I don’t do love.

I work hard, and I play even harder.

I rarely dip into the office pool. That was until I became intrigued with Sophie
Shawn. She is a high-flying money manager like myself and we’ve had to work
closely together.

Sophie’s my equal, she’s smart, sharp-witted and of course
she has to be sexy-as-hell.

The way she shakes her little ass in her tight, short skirts
has me wanting to bury myself deep inside her.

We’re enjoying a drink together after work.

She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to bed her tonight. I
want to hear her beneath me begging for more. When I’m done with her she won’t
be able to utter a single coherent word.

Little did I know, I was the one in for a surprise from Miss
Sophie Shawn.

Excerpt:

Love Dies Hard 1

Copyright C.C. Cartwright 2015

Chapter 1

Marcus

We’re sitting at the bar in the
restaurant downstairs from the offices of Hunter Investments. Sophie and I have
put in long hours this week and we need to unwind. I can think of the perfect
way to unwind and she’s sitting right next to me looking oh-so-damn sexy. Her
dress slits open in the front and I think I catch a glimpse of, what is that, a
garter and stockings? I’m in trouble; she catches me looking.

“Like what you see, Marcus?” she says, as
the words roll off those luscious red lips of hers.

“I do. I do indeed,” I say, as my eyes
cast down to her breasts straining against the fabric of her low cut dress. She
lets out a soft laugh as she takes a sip of her wine.

“Have dinner with me,” I tell her.

“Alright,” she accepts my invitation.

“What are you in the mood for?” I ask.

“You,” she replies, and I’m not sure I
heard her right.

“Excuse me?” I ask.

“You heard me,” she says, staring at me
seductively. Damn, I have to loosen my tie.

“Let’s eat first,” I say with a wicked
smile.

“Suit yourself. You choose the place,”
Sophie says.

“Let’s eat here,” I suggest.

“Sounds good,” she says, leaning into me
as she slides off her bar stool and spreads her legs to make sure I can see up
her skirt, as her silky dress pulls tightly across her breasts. Maybe we should
skip dinner.

“Is it hot in here?” I tease, as we walk
into the restaurant. We order right away, not wanting to waste a minute before
I can rip the clothes off that tight little body of hers. “Your place or mine?”
I ask, leaning back in my chair and crossing my legs while we wait for our
dinner to arrive.

“Where do you live again? I know you’ve
told me before but I can’t remember,” she says.

“Manhattan Beach, you’ll have to come
over some time,” I answer.

“My place then, it’s closer,” she says
sultrily, and adds a wink for good measure. She leans forward and lets her
long, silky black hair drape sexily across her gorgeous face. Sophie shared her
heritage with me one day a few months ago over lunch. Her Mom is Chinese and
her Dad is Scottish. She has exotic Eurasian features; I’ve never been with a
Eurasian girl, but I’ve heard great things about them. How am I going to manage
walking out of here with a raging hard on? After we finish having dinner, I
settle the bill. Sophie stands and we head down to the parking garage. I follow
her home a short distance to her apartment. She lives alone in one of those
high-rise luxury apartment buildings that are just a stone’s throw from our
offices in Century City.

“You live so close to work, you could
almost walk,” I say, once I park in front of her building and walk into her
grand and spacious lobby.

“Yes, it’s so convenient. I don’t have
much of a commute,” she says as we get on the elevator.

Once we close the door to her luxurious
apartment and she puts her things down, she starts walking into her bedroom
while she’s unbuttoning the front of her dress and sliding off its belt. My
feet are rooted in place as she leaves me standing in the entryway of her
lavishly decorated Century City apartment and I’m not sure what to make of
this.

“Get in here,” she calls out to me from
her bedroom. Just like that, no foreplay? Damn, she’s throwing me off my game
big time; she almost makes me nervous. I walk slowly towards her room and she’s
sprawled out sexily on her king size bed in the most alluring black lace
lingerie. My heart stops. All she is wearing now is a black lace bra that she
fills out nicely, then my eyes travel down to her shapely waistline where I see
her black lace garter belt that looks amazing on her curves. Next, I see her
black lace panties and sheer black stockings covering her lean legs, down to
the tips of her toes. She’s posed like a pin-up, and she looks so sexy I
immediately rise to the occasion.

“Strip,” she commands as she rolls over
to turn on her iPod player. I do as I’m told; this girl is stealing all of my
lines. Unbelievable. I strip down to my tight black briefs and climb on top of
her, then my lips crash down onto those ruby red lips of hers that I can’t wait
to have wrapped around me.

Author Bio:

My passions lie in reading and writing
sexy contemporary romance novels. I love
writing in the genre I love to read. Personal experiences are often the inspiration
for my sexy romances, so you will find a little bit of me in every story I pen.
I will leave you to guess which parts are true and which parts are
fiction!

Listening to my favorite music while writing
inspires me to create my characters and makes their love stories come alive. I
believe in writing about heroines who are strong, smart, sassy, sexy and have a
sense of humor.

I cherish my family and am a hopeless
romantic. I believe in finding your happily-ever-after and that each day is for
living, loving and laughing.